Cast stones throw

"Alright, wake up." She hissed not wanting to. In enough bothering, she eventually come around. Aware that she awakens in her dream-walking state, which was left in a place to oversee the funerals. Not a lot of teary eyes for her, just bored-looking members. The arrangements for all those that died in the care home fire are holding a mass funeral of eight caskets. The majority of things were funded by shared, all of the company that felt at fault for the situation. Little extras were provided by the families that did lose someone dear. She seems just an added number, which was compatible with the others. She was mute and cut off, so she suspects that none would be here for her. Even if they are, it is secondary motivation or they were just people that came for the sake of the community. The residents that survived and were able to attend weren't anyone that bothered about her. Not even to mock her in calling her 'Fall'.

"We gather here to celebrate the lives lost in a tragic event. To pray to God in blessing them onwards into their next journey and give thanks for the cherished time they provided to us." The ceremony is indeed mournful and dull. But it was uplifting with the notions of personal commentary and anecdotes of good times. Even Lea was praised for being a help, despite the conditions she must have suffered. Highlights that even she didn't give much thought to at the time, from residents that she listened to and helped. Even then, she is a footnote. The others had longer things to be spoken for, memories from the families sharing and sobbing softly in the crowds.

"Get out of here." An angel was protective of the grounds and was who woke her up. The poor bird brain with chicken wings doesn't know what he disturbed. She stands at the far back, hidden behind the pillar. Towering over so many, her dream form melts with its surroundings. Protected by the veils of law. She clings to the shadow, watching the service and ignoring the little man looking around confused. He lost his ability to see her and moved back to guarding the living and visiting.

"Free!" The childish souls of the dead rushing about and talk at the living. Trying to hear their loved ones and understand what had happened. The death god is an off-realm sort, taking the souls it can and making names in the books as authentic as it gets. They don't bother with Lea's corpse, maybe the god's ability to know was the reasoning.

"What a boring service? No sign of the spirit we thought should be here." Back row and further set from anyone. Blended in at just people attending for community spirit. Going by the mask floating around in the shadows, these four are Seer children or the next generation from the current leaders. The resemblance of carried traits is unmistakable in a sea of British pale skins. Anyone from a hotter climate was always a sore thumb in the situation. The masks crawl hidden with the appearance of the grim reaper. This guy has been following her around for a while. He does the duty that she can't. Clearly an authentic hunter permit too, he had the demon headmaster's permission to hang out on the school grounds. She is tempted to make move to talk to this guy, but the Seer folks have already set targets. Masks playing games, getting themselves hurt with seasoned path walker's abilities. Both sides stand down as service is closed, and well wishes from members of the public are being invited. Yet the most hurt folks couldn't take it anymore, and softly make leave. The announcement of three pub locations is presented to the members that stuck around. The living moved off from it. Private prayer to the shells now and empty chair rows.

"Any spirits in attendance, the eye over dusk is open seating." The spirit pub in the school boundaries, only oath order off-clock go to drink there. She sees that this moved every last person here... but the grim reaper guy. She made sure the masks of the Seers are gone. Just the angelic order here on guard, ignoring a grim reaper seemingly on duty.

"OK, now that the air is clear." The reaper shook mock human tone over, and not stood at her coffin. He studies the inside content, as a spirit can. Searching for something or a tell. He didn't have time before now? She pulls into view, pulling her into the reality before her. Glaring over him as he was rudely poking about her corpse.

"Harvesting anything from this corpse is rather rude at this moment. It hadn't even been buried 6 feet under or turned over to the ovens." He certainly was thoroughly spooked, backing down from her coffin. She shrinks down to a more practical shape, seated over her coffin top and quite fancy in her duty uniform. Clay chipping skin making crackles as she moved any portions of herself, "Mr Grim, you seem rather persistent in bothering me. I can see we have a mutual benefit but I still haven't any reason to like you."

He crossed his arms holding back his nerve, he can't look her in the face. Maybe her lack of one is harsh to take. She is ageless, but maybe this was him feeling embarrassed of looking at a 14-year-old, being generous. That also makes sense for a modern thinker, not someone from the dark ages. So this isn't Curiosity-playing games. This is another entirely different soul. She assumes things too much.

"Since when did you have nightmares form? In what records allows a human soul to do that?" He looks at how pulled to weapons all the angels are, how they are threatened by her presented form.

"It is my place to walk the fields of lost existence, of course, I adapted to the realm laws to benefit my duty." She studies a direction that she sensed from the tome, "No one will access the names without good reasons. I will respect where due course but I have no tolerance for belittling the duties of the Cogs." She snatched a book from that way, "Unauthorised user attempts will be devoured." The book melted into her and she focused back on the grim, "As for this little party trick, I am happy to finally see myself be buried. I had nearly given up hope of finding a befitting burial for this corpse." She placed offerings that can be buried or burnt. She will not mind that these things will disappear to the veils, it is just peace offers.

"Party trick... so it's a fake?" She slaps him for this, she was so fast. He didn't see it coming. He complained that it hurts.

"This is just a shell that was lost from space-time. I was once in there, once living and breathing. A reliable body."

Watching the audience settles back, they don't need to tell if she was lying. Angels know where souls progress from, there is a department among them for such investigations. That is her soul and that is an authentic corpse that once housed this soul. Angels have no further issues to guard the grim or the spirit his talking to.

"I maybe should have done this differently." He sighed and took out a badge. It takes her a full minute to understand the point of such a thing.

"Court inquisitor." She got there in the end, "You are in need to harass me for what court cases? Assuming there are many."

"How did you obtain the undertaker monarchy power?" He asked flat.

"We had a duel, all stakes and completely lost in misunderstandings. Maybe a translation error between living and dead realms." She tilts on pondering, "But even if I had won that duel. I was still weak lucky and cursed living human. In trade, I accepted the title of hidden shadow nobility. I was the first of thirteen hidden nobility he made. Each of us owned nothing in the afterlife, we provided something in service of our title and we attended only the important events." She tilts, "For being soul bound as technically the monarchy, I gave him exclusive permission to be in my place. If there wasn't something he couldn't do, I did it in the shadows. I pledged my loyalty in taking in his Shade as my partner. This was shattered. I am no longer a member, I renounced ever accepting return. After such event of my partner betrayal, a lot of other things about me and my existence happened. I lead down in leaving this universe. I came back eventually. I made my service to this universe." She tilts in how he mirrors her, "Any further information will need consulting with the index tome. Prying into any further is my business as a Keeper of tomes."

He shivered, it was the tell. He is here for something to do with the tome. So what was it, "The missing page is in my care. A fragile state. Even I can't read it. You can't take it."

"It answers plenty but I need to know it is safe."

"I am the holder of Cog souls. Is it not safe in my abilities?" She hissed in making a swipe at him, he evaded it.

"But that isn't why I can't access your information." He waved both arms in frantic notion. He isn't messing around.

"I have ranking as an outsider, I protect the tome of broken souls. You can't steal anything from me." He posed surrender, "But you need proof, I understand courts well. I am a seasoned huntress. They call upon my credit when even the souls of missing hunters are at stake. I find the tasks easy. Easier than prying souls from the eaters of existence." He had a panel of sigil freak him out. He took time reading this information and looks back at her, her scythe posed softly in causal hung at her lap. The curve back could tickle her big toe if she stretched. He backed off more at the worn use of the crafted cog rank item. She tilts a new angle and he breaks trying to talk to her. Leaving quickly from a gate. She puts away the item and obverse the nearest clock. She softly falls backwards. Drifting her mental state from sleep to awaken.

Head off the pillow and unrolled out the bed sheets. She sips her bedside water and looks about her drawings hung all over the room. Her drawings ate special to her, her little windows to places she cares for or ways of cog ranks reaching out to her. She has one in a waiting room court of oath makers she's uses the most often. The grim making frantic pull from a gate looking back scared that she will follow him. Jittery in how many approached him for whatever words needed passing. She smiles that things soothe and moved along. Lazed stretching and that she puts on her gear for sigil crossing. She checked the time once again, she make it less obvious that she was spying the darkest corners of the room and under particular places. She made a last sweep of her closets and posed at counting fingers down. The bell rings at the last scrunch finger. She picked up her sword cane, and was making last touches at a mirror. She is out the door with several other evening teaching staff. Follows along the same route towards the headmaster's office to pick up the approved missions that they will be overseeing. The teachers meeting here was nothing special and the headmaster has nothing personal to anyone here. Getting on with registering what students arrived today and who available for these accepted missions.

"Are you actively trying to ignore me?" This abnormal puppet for Curiosity has returned to be a bother, a being not even with a shadow damned mask. She finally concluded that the real one isn't around or available for some reason. This faker is a terrible stand in.

"I am actively seeking ways to not have you executed." She so nonchalant in human tone and testing if they can differ between living and dead speech. The aggressive threat doesn't budge them. What she said was an added layer, did they know she's an Ex-shadow noble? Do they know she is a shadow of damned with making top 100 listing? The soft things that gives this guy away, they aren't how Curiosity would drop the ball but these tells were readable.

"Did you not sleep well or something mortal like?" That's a odd way of phrasing. She pins it aside as her class came forward, spirit and living. She is the only active spirit class.

"We are going to use this run through of Sigil in preparation for our class in the student kitchens. I will also suggest buy your own cookware that will be ruined, unfit for human food cooking. You want a basic pan for wax and maybe small jars for that wax to go in. There is alternative candle making kits and equipment but the particular candles will need glass containers with sealable lids. The other ingredients you will need is only found beyond; plants, dirt and salt. You will need to purchase simple vile or complete a short mission to obtain them. The living world alternative versions of these ingredients can be bought in the supermarket but they are useless in working against the creatures that this candle is designed for." She stops to let any note makers do their thing. She studies reactions about candle making, "The 3rd time from now, these candles will be tested as part of your final grading. Making to about one-fourth of your course completion. You are welcome to have repeated attempts for improving this score. But I often consider 1st try as a marking consideration towards other categories. Meaning just harvest, making and correctly using this candle isn't the only sort of things I am judging over. The success repeating of average candles is more what I am thinking over. You don't know when you candle you made now would be your last later. Consistency is key part."

She softly spreads pages across a surface, thrown with her left hand. Everyone in her class collected some and spares are taken too. She has extra guests among her students, she doesn't bat an eye to treating them any different. Most know exactly where to go and what to get. Those that are in need of extra help consult the sigil panel and or the guild members at the counters. They don't ask her directly as she not that sort of teacher.